Dan Wulan's mind was already clouded by Su Bei's staff and the undergarments on the haystack.
I have to take these two items back with me today. I absolutely must sleep on this haystack!
Her breathing had unconsciously grown shallow, carrying a hint of scorching heat.
Dan Wulan glared, her apricot-shaped eyes sharp. Her unadorned face, under the hazy moonlight, possessed an ethereal, otherworldly beauty—if one ignored her legs, trembling slightly beneath her long purple dress from a touch of excitement.
"I wish to admire the moon here," Dan Wulan regarded Su Bei with a cool, detached demeanor. Her voice was crisp and cold as she enunciated each word.
"I also want to sleep on the haystack!" Seeing Dan Wulan's unyielding expression, Su Bei felt he had to assert his authority as Senior Brother. He met her gaze and retorted.
The two of them stared at each other.
A strange, indescribable tension filled the air.
Time ticked by, second by second.
Su Bei clenched his teeth.
